The year is 1874. It is a cold day in November, and as the world awakens in the small town of Clifton, Prince Edward Island, a little girl with a big name cries out in her mother’s arms. Yes, Lucy Maud Montgomery, one of the classic wonders of our world, was once a little baby. Her story may not be so different than yours. Or maybe…it is.

It would have surprised some people to discover that the day Walter Blythe died was only the second worst day of young Una Meredith's life. The worst day was when Walter had bid her farewell at the train station and laid a chaste kiss on his young lover's lips that burned still on her skin. As his train had disappeared beyond Ketter's Hill she had shivered and shook with a terrifying premonition as Dog Monday threw himself after the train, howling a dirge, and Shirley Blythe had flung himself after the dog and restrained the sobbing, loyal creature.

~o~O~o~

Rather old essay I wrote a while back...hope you enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In my homeschool curriculum, I am studying the book, ‘Anne of Green Gables’. The main character, Anne, had asked another character which he would rather be- Divinely Beautiful, Dazzlingly Clever, or Angelically Good.

(Another one of those poems I wrote for that thing my friends and I do where someone picks a word and we write a poem about, inspired by, and/or using that word. This time it was "stare".)

She stares at the stars
With a starry-eyed stare.
A bunch of small star flowers
Adorn her red hair.
In her new pale green dress,
All trimmed with fine lace,
She's perfectly lovely;
The picture of grace.
As she watches the stars,
He sits beside her and stares;
But it's not at the stars
That he's staring.